We got to Brett’s brother Erik’s place in Greenwood, IN an hour or so before we needed to head out for our gig that night at Melody Inn.  We brought in our suitcases and stuff and said our hellos.  Then, we drove out to the gig.  The Melody Inn is this super old divey place that we could tell had a TON of history.  We came to find out it was and is pretty much a must-stop for punk bands from around the country.  Being there, you can definitely see why.  It’s old, dirty atmosphere was part of what gave it its charm.   We were happy to be there for sure.  A band Brett grew up rocking to, The Hardees, opened the show and killed it.  There were some really cool elements of hip hop, blues and funk in their music.  The kind of music you couldn’t help but move to.  The moment I had with RJ in Buffalo was similar to Brett’s moment getting to perform on the same bill as this band.   Then, it was our turn.  We rocked our usual set and it was a blast.  We had a warm and receptive audience.  I can remember feeling the weight of being on the road for the first time at that show. My body was starting to feel run down and my fingers and voice were sore.  It’s all part of the game being on the road for any amount of time.  Gotta fight through it and put on the best show you can no matter what.. So I did.  We wrapped up and then Holly and the Mad Wails finished the night with a cool sound.  It was like folky with hints of rock and roll and a quirky attitude.  I was into it for sure.   

The Hardees at Melody Inn

The Hardees at Melody Inn

The next morning was beautiful because we didn’t have to drive ANYWHERE!  We got to just hang out around Indy all day until our show at Slippery Noodle.  We got our traditional meal at Roscoe’s Tacos with Brett’s family.  Brett’s mom flew to Indy to be there and to hang out with her family for the week!  It was great to see her there and to have a couple meals with her and the rest of Brett’s Indy family.  It’s amazing how normal being on the road like this was starting to feel.  Everybody has been so welcoming everywhere we’ve gone!  We went back to Erik’s lovely home and watched some TV while Brett mowed the lawn!  He did a damn fine job, I must say.  After getting to relax for a while, it was time to head to the show.  Slippery Noodle is the oldest bar in Indiana.  A truly historic place.  It was an absolute honor to come back.  There is only one real drawback to playing there.. It’s a long, long set… especially for a band that focuses on really high energy original music.  It was three full hour sets with a few breaks between.  That’s just the way that place has always operated and what the patrons expect and we were happy to fulfill that once again.   We also wanted to go pretty blues-heavy with our cover choices because of the blues vibes of that place.  

The Slippery Noodle

The Slippery Noodle

The place was completely packed.  Brett’s old friends and family came out in droves for this one.  Of course, Slippery Noodle, has a pretty cool natural draw of blues fans anyways too.  We found out very shortly there was a whole table of people that were in town from Austin for a conference of some sort.  That was cool to meet some people from our city and get to show them what we do at a legendary venue all the way across the country!  In the middle of one of my marathon guitar solos, a guy handed me his beer bottle and said “SLIDE!”.  So, I kind of only sort of knew what to do with that, but I sort of figured it out as I went.  By the end of my slide session… I was just simply making loud and rowdy noises by sliding it way above the fretboard.  It ended up being a pretty cool moment.  You just never know what’s going to happen at these shows.  This was a beaut.  It was safe to say, we had made some new fans and the familiar faces seemed happy with the set.  Erik has made a tradition of having ridiculously strong rum and cokes ready for us upon our arrival at his house after our shows in Indy.  We were all in the mood to celebrate.  It was perfect.  This had been another successful tour and we were headed home the next day.  Once we got the troops rallied the next morning we met Brett’s family one more time for lunch at Chic Fil A.  We then hit the road.  We had a 18 hour drive ahead of us.  Why did we drive 18 hours you ask?  The easiest way to explain it is.. Joe could have a career as a truck driver.  The dude was a machine.  He took the first shift which ended up being like 11 hours.  We kept asking him..

“Hey dude you wanna switch out?”

“No.. I’m a goddamn machine of a man.”  (okay maybe I'm paraphrasing a bit)

“Ok cool”

Brett and I split the last bit of the drive and we pulled up to my place in north Austin at around 7am.  The traveling part of the tour was over.  Just one more task at hand.. Rock the ever-loving shit out of Mohawk for our return home show.  More on that later.

FCF and some family and an awesome sweat mark on my shirt

FCF and some family and an awesome sweat mark on my shirt

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